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I won’t close my eyes. The comment about Rue has filled
me with fury, enough fury I think to die with some dignity. As
my last act of defiance, I will stare her down as long as I can
see, which will probably not be an extended period of time,
but I will stare her down, I will not cry out. I will die, in my
own small way, undefeated.
“Yes, I don’t think you’ll have much use for your lips anymore.
Want to blow Lover Boy one last kiss?” she asks, I work
up a mouthful of blood and saliva and spit it in her face. She
flushes with rage. “All right then. Let’s get started.”
I brace myself for the agony that’s sure to follow. But as I
feel the tip open the first cut at my lip, some great form yanks
Clove from my body and then she’s screaming. I’m too
stunned at first, too unable to process what has happened. Has
Peeta somehow come to my rescue? Have the Gamemakers
sent in some wild animal to add to the fun? Has a hovercraft
inexplicably plucked her into the air?
But when I push myself up on my numb arms, I see it’s
none of the above. Clove is dangling a foot off the ground, imprisoned
in Thresh’s arms. I let out a gasp, seeing him like
that, towering over me, holding Clove like a rag doll. I remember
him as big, but he seems more massive, more powerful
than I even recall. If anything, he seems to have gained weight
in the arena. He flips Clove around and flings her onto the
ground.
When he shouts, I jump, never having heard him speak
above a mutter. “What’d you do to that little girl? You kill
her?”
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